Cour-ageously...

Cuban sunset in Havana. I wanna go back there real bad, to sink some Mojitos and do terrible Salsa dancing all night...

I was recognized yet again at the gym this morning (the last time was by one of my brother's friends calling me Adam), by a guy who was a year above me. He was looking pretty hard actually. He noted that it was pretty quiet, I agreed, and mentioned that it was always pretty quiet, except on Mondays and Fridays when a group of doddering old ladies come in for their "Living longer, living stronger" excercises. He said, "Well that's a change from working out with a whole lot of murderers and rapists in Gaol." I was like, ah, yeh. He brought up Gaol another few times, without any further explanation. I bet it was for collecting the dole while doing cash work or something pissant like that. His sister was hot, and used to be nice to me. I'll bet she's wide as a bus now, and is working on a collection of fuck trophies, I don't see why she should be any exception. That phrase is courtesy of Choco's uncouth brother, and is one of only two phrases which makes me wince. The other I don't remember right now, but I think it had something to do with a lady's special place.

Went for lunch with the Grandparents today at a cafe which is really trying to be like a city cafe (and actually doing pretty well at it, and in business). My Grandmother was utterly perplexed by the menu, and then when served a lamb cutlet on top of a small round barley pudding, drizzled in a light gravy on an enormous plate blurted out incredulously, "Do you call that a meal? Where are the vegetables?", and later went into a tirade accusing the government, the doctors, and the drug companies for having the cure to cancer, but sticking with Chemotherapy because it makes more money. Various other logic-defying accusations were made, and then we had to go straight afterwards, because my Grandfather hadn't heard a word spoken since we got there due to him being rather hard of hearing driving tractors for many years.

Country Police hilarity time. My parents are friends with a local copper, and sometimes mind his kids. He was saying that during night duty, they have a 'cook-up' and swap receipes. Oh yeh, the mean streets of Ararat. An old lady had a turn down the street recently, and the police took her home. She was driving one of those Gophers (a motorized wheelchair) and one of the cops had to drive the Gopher back to her house. When people gave him a funny look on the drive back, he shook his head, and lamented "Cutbacks, cutbacks..."

Smell ya...